Where have I been?

I have on so many occasions in the past few months attempted to write an update to the blog. To give some kind of reason as to why my writing seemed to have just come to an abrupt halt here online. It’s as though I feel that you deserve an explanation for my absence, the hope that perhaps in all this time (dare i say it) My writing may have been ever so slightly missed.

I haven’t been doing anything spectacular. No more trips abroad for the time being. It has been a year to this week when I wrote this when I visited Corsica and the memories have come flooding back, my brother so small in stature, yet still as large as life appearing in descriptive music and favourite songs, special moments, when dragonflies, robins, butterflies and white feathers appear. Reminding me that although he is no longer here in the physical sense, he is most definitely still by my side spiritually and for this I am thankful.  I am still grieving for him and dealing with that it sometimes catches me out and leaves me weak and vulnerable. 

Life in its various forms has taken a bit of a backseat as ill health has stepped to the fore and rather dominated, stamping over hopes and dreams and causing mayhem at every twist and turn. 
I have fought again, to try to overcome the irrational fears in my head of dealing with an illness which still has yet to be given the correct diagnosis. I have tried sometimes in vain, to treat it homoeopathically without causing further health implications and at this present time, again my health is suffering. For a small part of the summer at least, I have been able to enjoy the warmth of sun on my skin and time sitting in my little garden. A small corner of solitude which has been so neglected and yet still rewards me with flowers and colour to lift the spirits and delight the senses. It is good for the soul. Despite the short bursts of scents (my sense of smell has still not returned) and colour it calms the sensory overload. There have been times, when my nerves have spasmed and dislocated joints quite often in my sleep, when I am fortunate enough to get some. These do not follow a pattern they choose randomly and I am left in pain until it reseats itself sometimes days later. 
My neurological symptoms have worsened over the past year and I am still waiting for the neurology appointment I was referred for in November 2018.  Meanwhile the nerve pain is at times unbearable causing me to cry out in pain, sweat and shake and causes numbness which makes me clumsy. The restless legs at night are only controlled by taking  Gabapentin which I’d rather not take. My pain relief these days is Tramadol and I am conscious of the fact that both of these are controlled drugs and could be highly addictive. I do not wish to take them, but since I am unable to take codeine based drugs and no other options are available to me I am left with no real choice. I am regularly covered in bruises from clumsy incidents, my hands don’t work properly and I get disorientated. It is embarrassing, I don’t have a social life, save for visiting a few understanding friends when I am able. On good days I can hardly function for a few hours and on bad days I can’t get out of bed.
One of the things about how things have been is that for someone with a good command of English and grammar, it seems to have gone to pieces.  I often have word blindness and brain fog, I type now since hand writing is no longer an option due to pain. I find that not only do I forget the words I intend to put down, but I often am unable to spell words which I know well. I type them the wrong way round as though some wire in my head has come loose and the short circuits caused by the spasms have dislodged the memory.  It is deeply frustrating and means that typing anything now takes me twice as long and spell checking is always essential.  It also happens when I read things, I see them round the wrong way too.

Anger and frustration over this time has caused me to write things which I do not feel that I should share. Personal feelings when I have been angry or upset I still write about them and hope that I have the sense not to put them into the public eye, for fear of reprisal later. Along the lines of if you don’t have anything nice to say, then you should say nothing at all. 
I find myself asking”When did I turn into a person who got so angry, so impatient for change and yet bitter about the cards I have been dealt”. I am fighting my own demons every day and sometimes it feels like a losing battle. It is depressing. There have been family issues and upset and health scares in my beloved, I have watched his health decline rapidly, reach a plateau where I am grateful for any small improvement in his health, whilst his pallor has turned from white to grey to tanned and everything in between until the depression has taken a hold of him and he has felt as though he was dying and I was certain that he was. His fight against cancer was getting the better of him and he became more and more depressed. His constant pain getting him down so far that he did not feel as though he could pull himself out of it and the positive mental attitude dwindling before my eyes. 
It took a turn for the worse in early spring he was assualted and robbed in the front garden and late spring someone else threatened him with a knife outside his own house. It seems that there are more junkies who will now do anything for their fixes and life becomes as cheap as their next fix from a schizophrenic drug dealer who thinks we are out to get him. 
Yes we have been angry, felt cheated by our health and unable to do a damn thing about it to improve it.  We do not want to settle for a life like this, where our dreams are shattered before our eyes and we are left behind, shadows of how we once were. Life is not supposed to be this way. Our life is not cheap or worthless it is still worth fighting for.
Our darling dog had surgery, he was hosting a tumour on his back which had it been left would have paralysed him. Thankfully the surgeon was able to skilfully remove it and he has now made a full recovery back to health, his skills at assisting us when we have health issues have also improved out of necessity and we are so grateful to have him in our lives.

So after the spring upset we headed north, to our home in Scotland in the hope that it would bring us peace and comfort. I pushed him to go, thinking that it would do us both some good to get away from here. It has always been my serenity and peaceful place up until the horrors of last year and I hoped naively that that was now over. The reality however was far, far different and I am wholly responsible for the worst imaginable Summer there.  Now neither of us have a wish to return there and we had such plans for the place and the things we wanted to do to our home. We had taken up furniture and things and I was hopeful that my creative streak would once again return to favour me with poetry that I could share and things that I could make.

We had a very long and exhausting journey there and once we arrived and set up the house we had been there less than a week before we were both verbally and physically assaulted by our next door neighbour.  It seems that the grudge he has held for so many years since we bought the place now harbours a dangerous resentment and in his mind we need to be eradicated. So it began, almost two months of sheer hell, dangerous goons sent up to scare us away and threats to kill, a man with a knife despatched to finish us off and the daily torment of a workman who ran the engines on tractors, diggers, lawn mowers and machinery for 8 hours a day. He even left them running unattended right outside the house and clearly delighted in his work, when he wasn’t falling off them drunk. Of course we involved the police after the first incident and were advised not to confront the neighbour or his associates at any point. So we became prisoners in our home and were not even able to out in the garden without being heckled, abused or tormented for the duration. We were followed  in the car, had visitors abusing us in the night time and walking about shining torches into the house throughout the night in an effort to scare us. The fully working farm at harvest time made less noise than these guys.  For my part it worked I was a nervous wreck who sat up throughout the night worrying and regularly tearful, it rendered me incapable of doing things and we were around each other almost 24/7 which often caused friction. The guilt of making us go there was huge and excruciating. Our family, friends and neighbours were concerned for our safety and our family were just too far away.

By the end of July we had enough. The police are taking it seriously and we will most likely have to go to court, they were talking about witness protection for us.  It was worse than a soap opera, friends were saying you couldn’t write this stuff and yet. We’re living this nightmare. Both literally sick with the worry and worn out and run down, we packed up and came back South hoping for some rest when we got back here.  The journey was hellish and  my man was so ill that I did not think he was going to be able to get us home, but he did. He still has not recovered, he had pneumonia and a dislocated shoulder and neck, yet still drove us back as I wasn’t able to either. He has some stubbornness and  perseverance! 

So this last month we have been attempting to gather our strength and rest, well he has although the concept of rest and recuperation I believe is is alien to him.   My parents have finally sold and moved out of what was their family home for the last 35 years. It was extremely stressful for all concerned and distressing for my younger sister as she saw her childhood home pulled in so many directions until it was shredded. I found it less so and just pushed myself to deal with the task in hand and try and hold them all together. 
Trying to help go through sections of the house which had remained largely untouched for about 25 years was a voyage of discovery, that’s for sure! I moved out from there 28 years ago. Trying to do this with poor health has severely taken its toll, I damaged myself lifting heavy things and clearing out. But as of last week, they were finished and we all said Goodbye to the house in our own separate ways. I took cuttings from the garden that my mother had cherished and nurtured in the hope that it would gain a new life in some small way as she has done. Time will tell whether they are happy enough to reward me with growth. I was also allowed to give a new home to some old furniture from the garage and my grandfathers and father’s tools. So I am hoping that I will be able to use them for small projects when my health allows.

So as we settle back in down South after the changes have taken place and hope that we remain safe and are able to get well, or at least not any worse I hope that I get the chance to welcome my creativity back with open arms. I am looking forward to once I have the space and have cleared the debris of the summer and my parents house, found new homes for acquired items and disposed of others which are no longer wanted.   I am hoping that the peace I have regarding their home now being gone remains and does not turn to grief, I think that despite my sentimentality, that part of me is firmly in the past and I moved on from there a long time ago. They have new homes now and are living their lives differently, we have all grown.  I can then return to the task of getting my own house in order and going through the rest of my brother’s belongings. It has been over a year since we lost him now and although I feel his presence, it is not necessary to keep every thing that he owned, there are things which can be of use to others. I just need to sort them out. 

I realise that as time goes on our dreams and our priorities change.  Sometimes these changes are forced by circumstances beyond our control. Those changes seem to be the hardest ones to accept and I will be dragged through them kicking and screaming and hopefully come out the other side intact.  
I am still writing, it is sometimes the only sanity that I have in all the madness around me, giving me a moment of clarity  especially when I am awake throughout the night in pain. It is my therapy, helping me to adapt and grow. I just hope that I am strong enough to keep up the fight, to nurture and cherish those around me who show me love and friendship, who have my back when I have theirs, who listen when I need them to and who speak when they need to. The give and take friends, my tribe.

I will once again share my poems with you. Carefully selected of course and I hope to stop writing what I refer to as “whine poetry” and make a return to the happy, grateful side of my personality. Perhaps I will find a new place that will become my muse, some fabulous life experience which brings back happiness, some joie de vivre.

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Do you know what it is yet?

Well yes and no. As some of you may have been reading my posts for a while now already know. I haven’t been well for a while.
It’s why posts have been sporadic for the past couple of months at least. I aim to do a little better since for my own peace of mind I have to still be able to do something.

I suffer with Endometriosis, hypertension, depression and have over the past couple of years been through quite a lot. At times it has really got me down and I haven’t always known which way is up. 

I am trying. Trying to get through whatever this is but knowing your body and how it behaves is a two edged sword. I have had Endometriosis, a chronic condition since I was seventeen years old but back then I didn’t know. I waited and went through a living hell that only those with a chronic condition will understand for another 18 years before it was finally confirmed.
8 years ago, I had a hysterectomy and thought that finally my life could begin. I’d been given a new lease of life. I was cured! 
Well actually no, I wasn’t. Although my health improved significantly for a while, it is an incurable condition aggravated by stress and can present itself in and around other organs causing unimaginable pain.
Fast forward to a few years ago when I started to get awful pain in my bowels and the old familiar dragging pain in my abdomen again. It’s easy to shrug it off thinking that if you don’t have the equipment anymore you shouldn’t have these pains and if you ignore it, it’s sure to go away.

I don’t like taking medicines. I have reacted to so many over the years in the name of testing and some have left with me long lasting effects.

Due to the Endometriosis I also have a high threshold for pain and am stubborn so tend to have an I can get through this mental attitude.

But… Dealing with the pain I have been in over the past few months has been unbearable at times. I can tell you that Painsomnia is a very real thing. 
I have on many occasions over the past few months sat in the GP surgery asking, “What on earth is wrong with me?”

I knew deep down that something was pretty wrong and that I needed to get to the bottom of it all. I have been trying to wrack my brains and put my finger on it, times and dates. I keep a diary to jog my memories I do not always put find details in it. 

Sods law prevails, there are a few missing pieces in my puzzle.

The GP has been understanding, sent me for lots of tests trying to help me find out the root cause. So many symptoms have been unexplained and put down to stress. Life has been unbelievably stressful in the past year alone, but longer than that. But I suspected that there was more to it than that.

I’m not clutching at straws but sometimes you can join up the dots.
My GP suggested that I may have Fibromyalgia brought on by my circumstances. 

It is a condition I had heard of but nothing more I felt I needed to do some research.

That is when I received a lightbulb moment. There are some things which mimic Fibromyalgia symptoms. But suddenly there it was, in black and white in front of me.
The question, Have you been bitten by a tick? You may have Lyme Disease…

Take this online questionnaire and give the answers to your GP.

I did the questionnaire. Almost every answer was yes to what I had been going through lately. Don’t panic I thought. It must be easy to find out surely?

When we were in Scotland it was Springtime. It seems like ages ago. The deer were jumping around the garden, all sorts of wild animals trotting past and came to see us. the cattle were in the field at the back of the house and the grass had just begun to grow for the summer. It went from looking like a lawn to a field in a matter of weeks. Between the sunshine. It rained a lot and grew so fast. There is too much of it for us to mow and too many underground hazards for heavier machinery to get in there. We were walking in pasture on a daily basis and picking ticks of the dog every time he came indoors. Thank for for spot on type treatments to protect him. The drops didn’t stop him getting them but I think it made them drowsy and easier to see. Since the weather was warm outside the dog slept on the bed during the day since it was the only cool place in the house. I felt tired a lot so sat with him on the grass outside in the sunshine.
I picked them off him and disposed of them. But one morning in early May I think it was, I woke up with a massive bite on my back. I didn’t remember being bitten the day before and it definitely wasn’t a midge, could it have been a horsefly I thought. I asked my partner to take a look. It was strange he said. Really red and about the size of a 50p piece and looked like a bullseye. In a couple of days of putting Aloe Vera onto it, the itch died down a bit. I thought no more of it.

I started to feel really tired again and my neck hurt for a few days. Had I slept in a funny position and strained it. I slept without pillows but it didn’t seem to help either way. For no reason and had a colossal headache which lasted for 5 days. All I wanted to do was sleep. I couldn’t get much done, it was a good job that I didn’t have to drive. I just thought that again it was stress. More rest required so I was sleeping roughly ten hours a night and still waking up tired. I felt as though I was getting the flu, I had a temperature for about 48 hours, felt feverish if it didn’t seem to turn into anything.

I thought I had escaped a bug of some sort. 

Within a couple of weeks when I suddenly kept getting excruciating pain in my hands and feet I blamed it on the damp. I couldn’t think of any other reason it could hurt so much. It was like cramp and fire at the same time, burning from the inside out. I rubbed my hands each night and day with hand cream hoping to ease the pain. Had I overdone some gardening he asked? No, I hadn’t actually done anything with them. 

It was frustrating.

I’ve had this pain before. The year before and last year. It wasn’t as bad as this. 

We came back South and saw the doctor who sent me for blood tests checking for arthritis and rheumatism we waited for the results. Full blood work came back with a vitamin D and calcium deficiency but otherwise it was Ok. I already take a supplement daily so started to take two.

In the weeks since then I started to get the shakes, tremors I can sit doing absolutely nothing and feel my whole body shaking. Sometimes you can see them. The fire in my hands and feet has moved to elbows shoulders and knees and ankles. What was happening only sporadically is now a daily occurrence. The pain is constant and I am concerned. I grit my teeth a lot. It stops them chattering uncontrollably my own reaction to shock and pain. My whole body aches. I keep waking up in pain and being really short of breath. Like someone has stolen it away from me unexpectedly as I walk along the road. The dog has become used to my telling him to slow down and wait for me and toddles alongside me. 
About three weeks ago she mentioned the possibility of Fibromyalgia and then I found out about Lyme. There were warnings on Facebook in May, a little info but I thought that we were careful and if we got rid of the ones off the dog we would be alright. You could see them on him, so we would be sure to find them on us too. Or so I thought… I read more, a tick can be the size of a poppy seed. So what hope is there if seeing that and removing it in time. Not all ticks carry Lyme, well I’m grateful for small mercies then.

So what do you do to find out?

There is a type of blood test to check,  it is called ELISA but these are not conclusive depending on what stage it is at. It can take several weeks to present itself. Meanwhile you feel like death warmed up if this is anything to go by. Not everyone gets a bullseye bite either.

My legs keep going numb. The week before last I collapsed for no reason. I went to sit down and my legs went from under me. I was exhausted I had only just got up, had a breakfast and a shower and needed to sit down again my legs were wobbly. This was worrying.

I got an appointment for Monday last week. I sat with my work coach who told me I looked so ill. She told me I wasn’t fit for work and she doubted I could be through the day let alone an interview. I told her I would see the Dr that afternoon. I asked for the test and told the doctor my concerns. He agreed it sounds like you have Lyme Disease we’ll send you for it. You’ll need time to get better, at least six weeks and you need plenty of rest.

My hands are failing me. I couldn’t do my partner’s shoelaces up for him. My hands just wouldn’t work. I couldn’t get the lid off the open coffee jar the other day. I keep dropping things.
There are days when I can’t remember what I wanted to say, mid sentence I am struggling with the end of it. I have pain in my head it is fuzzy. Not all of every day but it is unlike me. I have had spasms in my head, the electric noise comes and goes and a flicker in my eye.

My joints are all clunky just like the middle of a damp winter they feel inflamed and sore.

Last night the numbness in my right leg travelled all the way up it.

The other night I felt that I might be having a stroke. I lay in bed panicking in fear in case I couldn’t move, slowly things did again and I calmed down.

What would happen if I did? How would my partner cope? What would he do with everything in the loft? He can’t even get in the loft!

I went into the loft the other day for a while, I am trying to start thinning out the huge amount of things we have amassed in readiness for a house move. Going through the boxes I started to make a map of the loft so that thing will be able to be found. 

Horrible thoughts and nightmares fill my nights at the moment. It feels like another massive change in my life which is beyond my control. 

Is my fate in the hands of another? 

If I couldn’t walk how would I get around my current home? Would we ever be able to get back to our home in Scotland, fix it up or live there again? What happens if I become incapacitated suddenly? Or worse still had a stroke leaving me unable to speak or write. There is so much in my head I have to find an outlet for it. 

I have read so much about this disease in the past few days and yet barely scratched the surface of it. I have read that if left untreated for any length of time there are things that can be irreversible. There is a threat of seizure, facial paralysis, people are unable to drive.

I must admit that the thought of just any one of these things being temporary let alone permanent scares the wits out of me. At the moment there have only been days when I wouldn’t dream of getting behind the wheel when I can barely stand up. There are other days I have ventured out and have had to Steel my nerves and shakes before getting back in the car, gathering myself and taking pain killers. 

In the past few months I have become much more reliant upon others to help me with things where previously I had been fairly independent. But it worries me that if there is no one available to help, because they have their own lives to lead. What happens if there is no food in the fridge and I can’t get out to get it. Or prescriptions that are needed for either of us. What if we cannot walk our boy anymore.

Just how bad can it get?

There are so many unknowns and I am trying not to let my imagination run wild. I am trying to be strong about it. Not needlessly worry my already very stressed partner who will be having more surgery this month. He asked me the same question last night. I don’t know the answers. We were walking the dog it was the wrong place to talk about it. I began to read some of the things that could happen out to him last week, he asked me to stop. He couldn’t cope with knowing so where does that leave me?

At the moment I do not have the results of the tests, as my partner said yesterday this is like the longest wait ever but we are all pretty sure that is what this illness is. If they confirm this on Wednesday then the meds start and let battle commence.
I was thinking over the weekend, I wonder if this has been going on for much longer than since this May. My work coach said it first on Monday that I had been so ill for a long time now. I burst into tears. It was a shock to hear it. I remember a couple of years ago 2015 when we were in Scotland in August that year. I was bitten by something we thought it was a horsefly then. It was an enlarged bite and I reacted really badly to it, was in. We for a few days as I felt so ill. I can’t remember much else about it except that my partner had to drive me to a chemist in the nearby town for anti histamine tablets and hydrocortisone cream which I used for about a fortnight after. It occurred to me that if this was an infected tick bite back then it could (just could) be the cause of some of the last two years of medical problems. 

I guess I have no way of knowing for sure we will have to take each day as it comes and just deal with whatever it throws us as usual. 
God give us strength.

There didn’t have the results yet I couldn’t wait and asked for antibiotics. I am taking them and feeling still worse. I spent Saturday in bed and I haven’t left the house for two days. I have joined a Lyme discussion group on Facebook to try and find ways to ease the symptoms. So far this illness is scaring me, I am trying daily to rise above my fear.

A little bit of Sparkle

26/4/17 There is something quite magical about standing on the top of a hillside at 2am brushing your teeth in the moonlight. The crisp night air and a sky of the darkest blue filled with stars. There was not a sound but for the crackling of the fire when my partner rushed into tell me that it was snowing! It is the very first time that I’ve experienced this up on the hill and although it had been so cold that we couldn’t feel our fingers and toes all day it was still unexpected at almost the end of April. But there we were surrounded by a beautiful crunchy layer of white snow, totally pure and sparkling peaceful and quiet. We took the dog out for his nighttime walk. He was thrilled. His Mama and Daddy wandering around and rushing up and down the garden whilst he ran and rolled and ate the snow he was in heaven eating it and prancing about. One happy pup we went back indoors to warm ourselves up and hoped that the power would not fail us in the night, we would need the electric blanket. Unfortunately all the cameras were dead by then so we only got a couple of pictures by torchlight.

I checked the weather report again last night and saw there’s a possibility of Thundersnow. Our boy would love it.

Northbound Journeying

Our journey up here was interesting to say the least. Our darling boy came on the longest trip he had ever been on in the car. He hated almost every minute of it and was very distressed crying and whining. He did not understand that it would be alright when we arrived. He wanted cuddles and reassurance it with his Mama in the front and him in the back it wasn’t possible. At nighttime he didn’t like the traffic noise of the lights of the vehicles behind us. It was a long Journey anyway it made all the longer by stress and tiredness. 

As we reached the border we were met with a beautiful red and orange sky, following the contours of the hills and mountains with silhouettes of the trees and occasional building or cottage.

Higher than our current landscape set way above our heads the colours did not reach all the way to the road ahead of us. 

It’s ethereal light creating another world somewhere above ours where all was at peace. Our own route now being cast into the darkness as we travelled onwards, but yet we were bathed in this warm orange glow. It warmed the soul sending shivers down my spine. “Look at that Sky!” he said to me. I am, I answered my voice almost hoarse with emotion tied up in a truly beautiful experience. Taking us away from the situation we have been in and leading us hopefully towards the next step. The orange sky like a molten sea coming down through the hills that night pooling into lakes with pine trees all around as we reached the border and our welcome to Scotland. The smile spreading across my face, heading home at last. 

About This Time of The Year 

There is something about this time of year which I cannot explain. I don’t cope very well in the cold and it is usually the coldest month of the year, when the bitter winds blow and you cannot feel your face. In the last few months I have suffered with tremendous pain in my ears and throat on a regular basis and as yet unexplained. I was told that it was eustachian tube disfunction and prescribed something for it but it didn’t work. So I resort to plugging my ears with cotton wool every time I leave the house.

So in the coldest time of the year, why am I missing our beloved Scotland so much. True, for the past four years we have spent either Christmas or New Year and sometimes both up in Scotland, braving the cold and enjoying the scenery. It felt normal to us to be there. It was where we went for Kato’s holiday and this year we didn’t. This year we had Roki who hasn’t got used to travelling yet so has no desire to take such a trip. We hope that in time that will change. Oh I do hope so, then we will be able to show him our wonderful piece of heaven.

Meanwhile maybe because it was Burns Night a couple of weeks ago and there is a plethora of Scotland on our TV screen is what is making me homesick. I know that it is totally impractical at present but I was looking wistfully at jobs there earlier today.
I have been cooking these past few days. Things which I do not usually make and have enjoyed it. I haven’t been well this week, none of us have so this is my way of helping us to heal. By preparing food wholesome comforting winter food. I was also thinking of making marmalade again. I haven’t done for a few years now I used to make orange and ginger and add brandy for a bit of hooch. It was nice.

I am missing the hill and all of it’s little oddities. I know that I could not stay there in this cold weather. We would freeze and so would our water supply which would be difficult up there. I am craving the time when we are able to go there at will whenever we wish and do not have to rely upon friends for water or baths.

I am missing the trees, the wildlife and the light which brings me peace and calms me and it is this that I am thinking of tonight again as I cannot sleep. Yes I am tired. But for some reason I am wide awake and thinking of our sanctuary once again. He talked about the beautiful burn which he filled with stones for me, so that the water would run freely through it and we would not be overrun with mosquitoes. It nearly killed him as so many things almost did that year. He wanted to do it for me, to surprise me. I am glad I brought him home in time. He was ill that year too collapsing with blood poisoning a week after his return due to an infection in his jaw.

We have a supply of wood, but this time of year I know that it would not last us very long. I am conscious that it would not be easy to replenish it despite all the trees that have fallen. My first foray with a chain saw this year does not exactly qualify me to log 150 foot pine trees, I would need a much larger saw than we have and I still have not fitted the log burner in the other room or repaired the chimney. There is so much to do and now is not the time to do it. Yes I would need a team of helpers. I don’t have any.

I am constantly amazed at the people who can turn their hand to anything. I am a creative person and I also have a practical nature but my tools are old and a little basic and my knowledge is sketchy. I am willing to learn and give almost anything a try. I have thought of opening up the place to helpers far and wide and offering food and board in return for help to get our house fixed up but he will not entertain the idea. He doesn’t want people tramping all over our private place. He likes the solitude that it provides.

We have a select few friends I there, who do not encroach and are always welcomed when they arrive.

I wonder, Is the dream moving farther away as the years go by? Seven years this year we got this magical place and I thought back then that we would’ve been well on our way to having it sorted out. In truth we are such a long way off, not much nearer to the goal. Although at least the majority of the ground is cleared and we can see what we have now.

We have been reevaluating these last few days. Trying to figure out what is the best action to take. A step in the right direction to make some progress and changes for he better. We are undecided as to whether our southern lifestyle needs to drastically change but personally I feel that it has to. A move might be on the cards this year and this would not be an easy task. It is also likely to cost us financially and we are not set up for it despite my best attempts I am no nearer to getting full time paid work. All this time later, I still do not have my head above water which makes me hesitant rush in and do it all over again, I need to find the right job, which pays the bills without a shortfall.

The Daily Post – Overwhelming

Happy St Andrews Day

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Since I have adopted Scotland as my true home over the past few years, is it any wonder that I am missing the place again already. I do have Scottish relations going way back, so it’s only fair to feel that it’s in my blood. Yes the wee one has settled in here down South for the time being and is behaving as though he can do what he likes along with the sulks and tantrums of the “terrible twos” when he doesn’t get it all his own way.  He will learn that even if you are a Malamute it doesn’t mean you have Carte Blanche to do as you please and house rules have to be followed. With an adopted pup though, there are going to be testing times, but on the whole he is settling well.

But I cannot deny, even though it’s only been a month since we came back that am missing our special part of our Scotland and our friends there and cannot wait to return. Although I know that I would not fare well up there at the moment now that it is so cold. It is cold here too now, suddenly this week, but heard from my friends there it was really cold. When a scot tells you that, then I know I wouldn’t be able to feel my toes for all the winter clothes I have.

Meanwhile friends old and new in Scotland and beyond, of you are doing anything remotely Scottish to celebrate this day, then I raise a glass to you and wish you a Happy St Andrews’ Day and invite you to soak up some of the wonderful culture wherever you may be.

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The Daily Post – Culture

Away to Anstruther

Away to Anstruther right by the Sea,

A walk in the wind along the quay.

Such wildness and wonder & sights to behold.

Of seascape and boats and stories of old.

A place to sit and enjoy the view.

Of harbour and gulls with me and you.

Chips, salt & vinegar there for our tea.

This is such bliss for you & for me.

Observing the world as it passes us by,

Hearing the gulls as they saw squawk and they cry.

Watching the darkness come over to night.

Clouds over yonder Red sky delight.